First Time Alone In My New Flat
So far, I've always been with at least one of my parents when I've gone to the new flat. We've been going to see it together and they've helped me transport boxes and such. My little brother has tagged along a couple of times too but right now I'm here all alone. The whole family will be here in like a couple of hours to drop off boxes and an armchair and stuff but for now, it's just me.
As I still don't have a bed, I've sat on the blowup mattress a couple of times now and I think I'll really love having a bed in that spot, tucked into the corner but still facing the window. I'll be able to fill of the selves to my left with all of my favourite things and I'm so excited for the rest of the furniture to arrive and fill out some of the empty space.
As I sit here and write, I can hear voices around me. I suppose I'll get used to that now that I live in a flat complex. I can foresee it might be annoying at times but right now, it's actually rather comforting. There's people and life around me. I'm sitting on my Thai mattress and I've moved it to the strip of sun that illuminates the middle of my floor. I feels slightly like there's spring in the air, despite how cold it has been lately. The warmth of the sun has made me strip off my wool blouse for just a T-shirt.
I checked the mail when I arrived and it was stuffed full. It's mostly just magazines that promote their offers and "great deals" but it was funny to have to check the mail slot at all. I better make it a habit because there were also a few letters for me, which I promptly ripped open, of course.
Last Saturday we drove out with roughly six big boxes and small four drawer dresser. It's all of my academic books and the stuff from the dresser and all of the things that had taken up permanent residence on my desk before we moved it. I'm taking a lot of stuff with me and my brother asked me if I considered a more minimalistic approach. I did but I love the stuff I have and I don't have that much, if I say so myself.
The whole reason that I'm in the flat right now is because I'm waiting for someone to deliver my fridge, which will happen between 12:30 and 15 PM today. Also, I obviously haven't gotten around to contacting the people about Internet, so I'm hot-spotting my phone at the moment. I would try to make the call now but I don't want to be on my phone in case the fridge guy calls me and then I won't be able to pick up. Is it somewhat of a bad excuse? Perhaps, but I would argue that it is a valid one.
Since Bastian was due a service and he has been handed off to a scooter workshop, I caught the metro from university to here. It's only a short walk from the nearest metro stop, allegedly 800 meters but when you're on foot you can cut a few corners to shave off a bit of that. It's such a privilege to be that close to central transportation and I'm so happy I ended up getting this flat.
It felt a bit like the stars aligned and that's why I'm so happy with it, even if I have yet to properly move in. This space feels inviting and cosy already, despite the lack of furniture, and I can feel myself subconsciously laying claim to it. All of this is mine. Well, I'm renting it but it's still mine for now.
It doesn't mean that it won't be hard to say goodbye to my childhood bedroom. It definitely will and it's been odd to wake up and be surrounded by empty spaces where you can still see the marks in the carpet. Surfaces are empty and void of my things but my old bed will stay in the same spot, as will the shelves above it and the closet beside it. That is a small comfort but generally, I'm finding myself surprisingly okay with all of this.
My things might be disappearing from my childhood bedroom but that's only because they're moving into my new place. A place of my own, in Copenhagen. I always wanted to move to Copenhagen when I got older and now I'm finally doing it. I'm sat on my very old Thai mattress on the floor of my first flat. This is real.
This is my first permanent home since I moved into my family house at almost three years old. Things were different when I was in Bath and living in accommodation because I knew that was a temporary stay but I think that journey still made me a bit more prepared to tackle this. And this time I'm not leaving my friends and family and university and pets behind. They're all still around me, even if some of them will be a little further away. But some of them are closer as well and I can't say that I won't love a shorter journey to those 8 AM classes.
I better take a break from writing and get something productive done, but I'll come back and finished this blog post later today after the fridge and my family has arrived.
The guys with the fridge showed up early in the slot, which was really nice. However, they had been given a fridge that opened in the wrong side, so they just had to unscrew both doors with the fridge just resting on the end of the truck. Quite impressive that they could get it done in just five minutes. With that done, they quickly exchanged fridges and I now have an absolutely massive fridge that's possibly larger than the one my family has at home. It's humongous. And I don't know how I'll be able to fill it.
The fridge people weren't the only ones who decided to show up early, as did A and Mum as I got a text just as the fridge people left. Cue more things being welcomed in the new flat and a short visit from Hallie as well, as she was in the car from the trip returning home Grandma's. Dogs aren't allowed to live in the rented flats but they are allowed to visit. And I got such wonderful gifts from Grandma; an electronic whisk and an electric kettle and I'll have to call her and thank her so much for the generosity. Shortly after, Dad showed up with the additional boxes and it was a very full house in the little flat for a moment.
It was a world of difference to the just hour before when I was sitting in the sun and just writing the beginning of this post. But it's good to know that it can be both - full of people and just me by myself. I had to go pick up my scooter from service and then head to have a seminar at university, so we didn't linger for too long. The bed, the sofa and the dining table set are all on their way here at different rates and different times but they will get here eventually and they're the last big pieces.
It's coming together and it's becoming more and more like a home with every day that passes. I'm still excited to see what the bathroom will look like when it's done in week 8 and I'm impatiently waiting until the place is ready that I can move in. But now we have an armchair, a new refrigerator, gifts from Grandma and more boxes of my stuff. And I got to spend a little time there alone, just getting a feel for the place.
As I still don't have a bed, I've sat on the blowup mattress a couple of times now and I think I'll really love having a bed in that spot, tucked into the corner but still facing the window. I'll be able to fill of the selves to my left with all of my favourite things and I'm so excited for the rest of the furniture to arrive and fill out some of the empty space.
As I sit here and write, I can hear voices around me. I suppose I'll get used to that now that I live in a flat complex. I can foresee it might be annoying at times but right now, it's actually rather comforting. There's people and life around me. I'm sitting on my Thai mattress and I've moved it to the strip of sun that illuminates the middle of my floor. I feels slightly like there's spring in the air, despite how cold it has been lately. The warmth of the sun has made me strip off my wool blouse for just a T-shirt.
I checked the mail when I arrived and it was stuffed full. It's mostly just magazines that promote their offers and "great deals" but it was funny to have to check the mail slot at all. I better make it a habit because there were also a few letters for me, which I promptly ripped open, of course.
Last Saturday we drove out with roughly six big boxes and small four drawer dresser. It's all of my academic books and the stuff from the dresser and all of the things that had taken up permanent residence on my desk before we moved it. I'm taking a lot of stuff with me and my brother asked me if I considered a more minimalistic approach. I did but I love the stuff I have and I don't have that much, if I say so myself.
The whole reason that I'm in the flat right now is because I'm waiting for someone to deliver my fridge, which will happen between 12:30 and 15 PM today. Also, I obviously haven't gotten around to contacting the people about Internet, so I'm hot-spotting my phone at the moment. I would try to make the call now but I don't want to be on my phone in case the fridge guy calls me and then I won't be able to pick up. Is it somewhat of a bad excuse? Perhaps, but I would argue that it is a valid one.
Since Bastian was due a service and he has been handed off to a scooter workshop, I caught the metro from university to here. It's only a short walk from the nearest metro stop, allegedly 800 meters but when you're on foot you can cut a few corners to shave off a bit of that. It's such a privilege to be that close to central transportation and I'm so happy I ended up getting this flat.
It felt a bit like the stars aligned and that's why I'm so happy with it, even if I have yet to properly move in. This space feels inviting and cosy already, despite the lack of furniture, and I can feel myself subconsciously laying claim to it. All of this is mine. Well, I'm renting it but it's still mine for now.
It doesn't mean that it won't be hard to say goodbye to my childhood bedroom. It definitely will and it's been odd to wake up and be surrounded by empty spaces where you can still see the marks in the carpet. Surfaces are empty and void of my things but my old bed will stay in the same spot, as will the shelves above it and the closet beside it. That is a small comfort but generally, I'm finding myself surprisingly okay with all of this.
My things might be disappearing from my childhood bedroom but that's only because they're moving into my new place. A place of my own, in Copenhagen. I always wanted to move to Copenhagen when I got older and now I'm finally doing it. I'm sat on my very old Thai mattress on the floor of my first flat. This is real.
This is my first permanent home since I moved into my family house at almost three years old. Things were different when I was in Bath and living in accommodation because I knew that was a temporary stay but I think that journey still made me a bit more prepared to tackle this. And this time I'm not leaving my friends and family and university and pets behind. They're all still around me, even if some of them will be a little further away. But some of them are closer as well and I can't say that I won't love a shorter journey to those 8 AM classes.
I better take a break from writing and get something productive done, but I'll come back and finished this blog post later today after the fridge and my family has arrived.
The guys with the fridge showed up early in the slot, which was really nice. However, they had been given a fridge that opened in the wrong side, so they just had to unscrew both doors with the fridge just resting on the end of the truck. Quite impressive that they could get it done in just five minutes. With that done, they quickly exchanged fridges and I now have an absolutely massive fridge that's possibly larger than the one my family has at home. It's humongous. And I don't know how I'll be able to fill it.
The fridge people weren't the only ones who decided to show up early, as did A and Mum as I got a text just as the fridge people left. Cue more things being welcomed in the new flat and a short visit from Hallie as well, as she was in the car from the trip returning home Grandma's. Dogs aren't allowed to live in the rented flats but they are allowed to visit. And I got such wonderful gifts from Grandma; an electronic whisk and an electric kettle and I'll have to call her and thank her so much for the generosity. Shortly after, Dad showed up with the additional boxes and it was a very full house in the little flat for a moment.
It was a world of difference to the just hour before when I was sitting in the sun and just writing the beginning of this post. But it's good to know that it can be both - full of people and just me by myself. I had to go pick up my scooter from service and then head to have a seminar at university, so we didn't linger for too long. The bed, the sofa and the dining table set are all on their way here at different rates and different times but they will get here eventually and they're the last big pieces.
It's coming together and it's becoming more and more like a home with every day that passes. I'm still excited to see what the bathroom will look like when it's done in week 8 and I'm impatiently waiting until the place is ready that I can move in. But now we have an armchair, a new refrigerator, gifts from Grandma and more boxes of my stuff. And I got to spend a little time there alone, just getting a feel for the place.
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